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towerofanimus2012-03-04 07:00 pm
doctor_dismemberment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-04 07:00 pm
The Doctor is [In] (OPEN)
Characters: Richtofen and YOU!
Setting: 2-04 to begin with, then everywhere else.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen wakes up in the tower, then decides to explore.
Warnings: Just that Richtofen is insane.
[Richtofen knows something's up the moment he opens his eyes. Not just because he can't move, because that might be a side-effect of the teleportation. No, he's cautious from the get-go because he notices one specific detail about the room he's in...
The power is already on.
Hm.
He sits bolt upright once he's able to move, and looks down at his clothing.] Oh... How quaint. [But he doesn't remember changing...
There's a note. He reads it over, then picks up the second, longer one. Once he's finished reading, he gives a good-natured chuckle.]
How peculiar! [Then he calls out:] You're not fooling anyone, Samantha...
[He discards the notes and turns his attention to his trunk. He opens it, half expecting it to glow and spit out a random weapon, but it's just an ordinary trunk. He rifles through it, pausing when he spots a teddy bear sitting amongst his belongings. He scowls and grabs it, squeezing it so hard for a moment that it's a wonder the stuffing doesn't come out. Then he puts it aside and continues looking through his stuff.]
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[A quick change of clothes later, and Richtofen is pacing around his room, speaking into a tape recorder.] Log entry 743156. Date: Unknown. Deeeeeeear diary... It seems as if the teleporter has malfunctioned. I've awoken in what seems to be a communal bedroom. From the looks of it, there are others here, but there's no sign of my teammates! [His voice gets higher on that last bit, almost as if he's failing really badly at pretending to care where they are. He knows they're not here, of course, because if they were, the place would smell more like blood and vodka.
Feel free to interrupt him if you want, or just sit by and eavesdrop.]
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[Later, he can be found wandering the floors of the tower, with a look somewhere between joy and amazement on his face. He seems to have taken a particular liking to floor seventeen, if his laughter is of any indication. He lingers on that floor a bit longer than on the others.]
Setting: 2-04 to begin with, then everywhere else.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen wakes up in the tower, then decides to explore.
Warnings: Just that Richtofen is insane.
[Richtofen knows something's up the moment he opens his eyes. Not just because he can't move, because that might be a side-effect of the teleportation. No, he's cautious from the get-go because he notices one specific detail about the room he's in...
The power is already on.
Hm.
He sits bolt upright once he's able to move, and looks down at his clothing.] Oh... How quaint. [But he doesn't remember changing...
There's a note. He reads it over, then picks up the second, longer one. Once he's finished reading, he gives a good-natured chuckle.]
How peculiar! [Then he calls out:] You're not fooling anyone, Samantha...
[He discards the notes and turns his attention to his trunk. He opens it, half expecting it to glow and spit out a random weapon, but it's just an ordinary trunk. He rifles through it, pausing when he spots a teddy bear sitting amongst his belongings. He scowls and grabs it, squeezing it so hard for a moment that it's a wonder the stuffing doesn't come out. Then he puts it aside and continues looking through his stuff.]
---
[A quick change of clothes later, and Richtofen is pacing around his room, speaking into a tape recorder.] Log entry 743156. Date: Unknown. Deeeeeeear diary... It seems as if the teleporter has malfunctioned. I've awoken in what seems to be a communal bedroom. From the looks of it, there are others here, but there's no sign of my teammates! [His voice gets higher on that last bit, almost as if he's failing really badly at pretending to care where they are. He knows they're not here, of course, because if they were, the place would smell more like blood and vodka.
Feel free to interrupt him if you want, or just sit by and eavesdrop.]
---
[Later, he can be found wandering the floors of the tower, with a look somewhere between joy and amazement on his face. He seems to have taken a particular liking to floor seventeen, if his laughter is of any indication. He lingers on that floor a bit longer than on the others.]
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[He thinks back to his experiences, wondering how to describe them.]
...Generally, they look unnatural.
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Unnatural how? Are there any oversized puppies? ...On fire?
[Okay, so the hellhounds he often fights are nothing like "puppies." Richtofen just has a habit of referring to any dog, unholy beast or not, as a "puppy."]
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[Frankly, since the man mentioned it, Minato would be on guard for any in the tower.
Assuming, of course, he's reckless enough to stay out at night.]
Like abominable beings, something out of fiction where scientists messed with animals.
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Sounds like fun!
[He knows a lot about scientists messing with animals - he helped create the aforementioned oversized flaming dogs - so the thought of more abominable beings lurking around doesn't really phase him. Quite the contrary, in case it wasn't obvious enough.]
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Really?
[Is this man one of those trigger-happy people?]
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Well, of course. It's not nearly as fun exploring a new place without anything to kill!
[He sounds far too delighted. So to answer your question: yes. He's trigger-happy, and knife-happy, and strangle-happy, and whatever other kind of pain-related -happy you could think of.]
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[A pause.]
They revived you here, but please don't test your luck too much.
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What? They revive you after you die?
[Whether they make the dead into flesh-hungry zombies or fix them up so they're perfectly healthy again, it doesn't matter to him. Either way, he'll get to kill loads of people if he wants to.
Is he in Heaven?]
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[Knowing this tower, it's more of a 'when'. But Minato dislike the high death likelihood.]
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Oh, that's extraordinary!
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...You'll enjoy this tower, then.
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[He points to his collar.]
What is this?
[Now he seems pretty unamused.]
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[There's the urge to tap his collar, but resist it.]
And every two weeks, we have check-ups for them.
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[He's really, really unamused. He would prefer not to be wearing any clunky, suspicious fashion accessories without being asked first, thank you.]
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[As far as he can observed.]
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[Richtofen's even more curious about the collars now. He's tempted to break his own - or someone else's - to try and find out. If they're breakable, that is. Doubtful, but it's worth a shot.]
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[He knows the answer is unsatisfactory, but there's a limit to what he does know.]
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I suppose I'll find out eventually.